Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rod Modell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Japan,
Swans,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.